Dark Matter Matters That's The Way To The Stars Poem by Lovita Morang

Dark matter matters that's the way to the stars

When Starry starry is the night bright, sky upright
Dark matters muster, war like and master gather broken pieces,
Piece by piece, a little at a time,
love for peace bright inside, we sight.

Ah poet you swallowed the galaxy of stars
To maketh heroes shine in their rhine,
You wrote not to stone anyone to death
Don't kill ants, pebbles don't pelt
Children are growing watching us fight, love made hearts melt.

No fighting no fighting no fighting, rhyming chi-chi chimming
Here we are waiting for tomorrow's arrival and its arriving,
Children are becoming leader and saviours
You wrote little ones are still on their way, may be to fancy bazaar or soon to the market
No no no let's not teach them to be in bracket, tales of goose laying golden eggs, on breakable basket
Are we teaching them to learn to future exchange like Chicago board of trade in time
While they teach us to rhyme
"Twinkle twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are"
And show us how to look at the stars, far.
We forget for a moment the art of wagging war,
Dell arte Della guerra! Machiavelli mart fair flair
Should we renaissance, madness and romance, repair

Should we seek from Socratic dialogues on how societies to be defended, sexualness and disease and a dangerous task given the envy of men, lack of empathy and abundance of rage and of few men i knew, war of words, few spew, spinning out i on words of motivation stirring up emotion,
On tyrrany of talks and anarchy of angst, ending envy.

Discorsi sopra la prima deca di Tito Livio, discourses on livy,
On plazzo of monumental Ab Urbe Condita creeping ivy

And, you Dear Poet wrote in, sane the courage struggle to reach for the stars.
We know the rigours of dark matter the broken and soul shaken
Yet, rising up to say, I am a born star. A star is born, adorn
Masterpieces, brighter in dark sky better
At the end, we are like the shooting star,
Travelling at star speed and fall humble, I am humbled,
And, nothing rotten, downthrodden,
I am stronger now
Strength is wise, but wisdom wiser
But I am, thinking of that stars from your country coo,
Stars in your sky, Does it talk and Twinkle too,
like that all stars shine togetherin our sky and woo
Wonderful and bright lives and all the things that matter, better,
born out of dark matters.

-Lovita J R Morang


To
Dear beautiful Poet Donall Dempsey
London thumakda in India